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An indecently self-satisfied Dreggan had found his way into the main dining hall, clutching more than a half-dozen pouches of varying sizes in his arms. Surveying the large table, he saw that there was no place left to sit. He then put most of the pouches in his backpack, but left a few big ones out, which he held up high for all to see.
"HEY! DID SOMEBODY DROP THESE?"
A great number of heads whipped in his direction. Smiling, Dreggan tossed the pouch to the far left corner of the hall, sending a dozen warriors in various states of drunkenness lunging for them. Hair was pulled, punches were thrown, threats were bellowed and half the seats were cleared.
"Ahhhhh! Now THAT'S better."
Dreggan than sat down facing Matt, on the other side of the table. He also caught glimpse of Vanelee. Both men seemed to be preoccupied by something under the table. Frowning, Dreggan tried to lauch his most indignant look.
"For the love of god, gentleman! Save your sleazy shenanigans 'till after dinner. Ah mean tha nuuuuurrve!!"
He then proceeded to empty a fine bottle of wine left by the money starved idiots.
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